Kneeling down heavily and kowtowing three times, the bladesman said, "Dad, rest in peace!"
Situ Feiyu also kneeled down immediately. She did not say a word and looked very sad.
The machete man knelt before the Dragon King for a long time, and Situ Feiyu also did not stand up.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Three loud clangs rang out, reverberating straight to the White Horse Temple at the foot of the mountain.
Situ Feiyu heard the noise and said, "Brother Jun, people can't come back to life after death. I'm sorry for my loss and have been kneeling for so long. It's time to get up. Master Qishan, if you find out, you'll understand your painstaking efforts."
Perhaps he was overly sad, but the macheteman did not say anything.
"Brother Jun, get up. A bad guy is coming from the White Horse Temple
